"Come in."
Bo Zijin parked her electric scooter and went straight up the steps.
"bag."
A hint of confusion flashed in the CEO's eyes, and he paused slightly.
The people here not only have poor taste, but they also don't know how to speak properly.
"I said bag!" the security guard roared as he turned around. Although it was a skeleton, Bo Zijing felt the splashing liquid spraying onto her face.
That face clearly said: Does he know how to do things?
When you're under someone's roof, you should bow your head.
Bo Zijin nodded slightly, but her body remained strong.
The security guard squinted at his empty eye sockets, which had no pupils, and felt puzzled.
Such an ugly errand runner, yet he has such a unique charm.
The bag was handed forward with one hand, and the security guard snatched it away.
"Wait at the door." The security guard didn't even turn his head, treating him like a slave.
Two minutes later, Bo Zijin felt a strange, faint smell in front of her nose. The smell was fleeting and hard to pinpoint.
"Here, deliver it as soon as possible. Remember, you have to be quick." The security guard tossed the bag over.
The bag, seemingly just a balloon, floated lightly in the air, its contents unknown. It was sealed with a tight knot.
The security guard even thoughtfully held up a rope.
Bo Zijin took it. Inside the transparent bag, a faint green wisp weaved and swirled among the purple "ribbons," yet never blended in, remaining distinctly separate.
Bo Zijin was very curious: they're all gases, how can you tell us apart?
Bo Zijin climbed into the car, put the bag into the box in the back, and drove off.
?
The morning breeze is cool and clear, and it sees all things as invisible.
It's less than 5 kilometers away, and it will take half an hour, so there's still plenty of time.
As Bo Zijin rode along, she noticed something was wrong with the rearview mirror. Turning her head, she saw that the lid of the delivery box, which had been closed, had been pushed open slightly.
It seems like something inside is trying to break free.
What's going on?
The pink trunk contained nothing but the order to be delivered, and those two wisps of gas were strange.
Bo Zijin reached behind her with her left hand and pressed down hard on the cheek, which resembled that of a young girl in her prime, full of elasticity.
Seeing that she couldn't suppress it, Bo Zijin stopped paying attention and passed through at full speed—actually, it was only 30 km/h.
Leaving the main road and turning into a side street, the scenery changes completely.
There are no longer any crowded large vehicles with four wheels or more; only pedestrians dancing and exercising in the morning, as well as small donkeys, are shuttling back and forth.
Bo Zijin had only gone a few dozen meters when she realized that the view behind her was getting darker and darker.
The dancing skeletons stopped in slow motion, the running zombies veered off course, and unknowingly followed the car. In just a moment, a dark mass appeared, following it like a shadow.
The bag had already pushed the lid open, revealing half of its contents.
"Oh my god, this errand runner is so ugly."
"Yeah, she's so ugly, why is she running errands? Isn't she afraid of getting bad reviews?"
"However, he seems to have a strange scent that's very attractive to me."
"Tsk tsk, you have such heavy tastes."
"Yes, the taste is so wonderful that it makes me forget about its appearance."
Bo Zijin sensed something was wrong. Judging from this trend, if she walked out of this path, she would probably be followed by hundreds of people.
He himself doesn't believe that he wasn't going to cause trouble.
The bag had now completely emerged from the box, seemingly about to fly away and play.
Bo Zijin reacted quickly and grabbed the rope.
He finally understood why the security guard had told him to hurry up; it turned out he was being given a Nezha who would grow up in an instant.
Then, a strange scene unfolded in the alley: a pink-clad man rode an electric scooter, holding a balloon that was gradually growing larger, followed by a large group of skeleton zombies of various shapes but with excited expressions.
This looks like a fight is about to break out.
This bag, or rather, this gas, is definitely problematic.
Bo Zijin has finally returned to the main road. Now, in addition to delivering orders, he also has to deal with the troubles behind him.
Ahead, a familiar, graceful figure caught Bo Zijing's eye; it was the woman he loathed.
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